“LAPDANCE!” Jake shouted, the nude girls and less than nude guys around the stripclub barely noticing through the heavy music. You cringe as two girls within earshot, one with red hair and the other blonde-ish, strut over. Ever since the first round of drinks, Jake had been particularly rowdy.

The first girl followed Jake’s airplane-trafficer signals to you and lifts one thin thigh and drapes it over your shoulder. “Special day, pal?” she asks, cupping one of her smallish breasts.

You nod. “Wedding.”

Both girls smile wide. “Wow,” the other says with faked enthusiasm. “Looks like you could use one last crazy night, huh?” She kneels and places her hands on your knees, spreading your legs wide.

“One-last-wild-night shot!” Jake hops up and jogs jovially to the bar. You gulp and look at the makeup-caked girl showing off the back of her throat.

“Been a long time coming, hun?” the first girl asks, her little voice raspy, like maybe she likes to use her throat for more than dirty talk.

You gulp and nod, your pants uncomfortable like the rest of you. You sit up and try to relax as the second girl, her tits much, much bigger, and hanging right over your crotch. One hand slides over your denim, pressing into the bulge aimed down your left thigh. “Whoever she is, she’s lucky to have this,” she said in her voice, lower and more sultry. She takes your hand and places it on the back of her head. “Does she suck you off good?” The stripper grabs an invisible pole and pretends to make love to it with her mouth, lapping the tip with her tongue. It’s all you can do not to grin and play along.

“Hey,” she the first stripper says in your ear. “Bachelor party, remember? Just get your wood and enjoy yourself. What’s your name, baby?”

“John,” you mutter, feeling a tongue on your cheek.

The thicker stripper’s hand slides up your pants and teases your erection. “Oh, John’s packing. ‘Til death doth you two part, sweetheart. She won’t be sleepin’ with the milkman.”

“How fucking baked are you, Candy?” the blonde girl giggled stepping down and sucking her body close to the other girl as she, too, stood.

They both held each other’s waists and showed their sexy bodies, barely covered in tiny strips of fabric. Candy and the other tongue kissed, dropping their skimpy bikini tops on your lap.

“Star,” Candy says, smiling wide as she sits in your lap, most of her weight on her feet, but enough of her fat ass is on your rigid shaft. “Come on, Star. If you were a narc, I’d be in cuffs right now. I’d be in cuffs if John felt spendy, too.” She giggled and gyrated her hips around, teasing your fully erect shaft. Her hips were so much more… slutty, than Fluttershy’s. Your fiance’s waist isn’t quite as slim, but her hips are debilitatingly massive, nearly too much to handle… but she loves getting handled so much. You grin and touch the sweaty small of Candy’s back, encouraging her, causing her to smile over her shoulder, flipping her hair out of her face dramatically.

Star kneels next to you, one leg up on the long sofa, the other extended and resting on the floor. The blonde stripper cups one of her breasts and looks up, smiling and swaying her hips to the deep bass. “Hey there,” she calls, showing off her tongue.

“Hey, hey!” Jake trots over, four plastic shot glasses in his fingers. “Come on, girls, let’s do some body shots!”

“Woo!!” They both cheer, gyrating their bodies as Candy lays across your lap.

She smiles and licks her finger, then drags it down her sexy body. “Come on, bachelor. You go first!” She pulls you down by the collar of your t-shirt. Star pours a little cup of tequila in Candy’s navel, and the stripper shrieks as she feels you slurp up the liquor from her stomach, her tiny bikini falling down. She drapes it around your shoulders and licks your chin clean. The burn of agave stings your lips, but there’s no time to rest as Star pulls you to her navel now, and you slurp up another spicy shot from her smooth skin. She was so incredibly hot, her sexy body had so many curves, but despite the erotic display and vapor of tequilla emitting from your breath, a certain pink-maned, busty, beautiful girl remains in your mind.

“WOOO!” Jake shouts, then goes right down to suck Candy’s sweet, milky skin. His hands dive all over the giggling girl’s hourglass figure, cupping and bouncing her big boobs as they hung to her sides.

She smiles and cheers him on, laughing as he laps up her big boobs like a cat at a saucer. “Get it, boy!” Star shouts resting her smaller boobs on his head. “Last one, John. Candy loves it when boys do shots from her huge tits.”

“I wouldn’t call these huge,” you mumble, grinning wide. Candy giggles as Jake swoons, pretending to be in love. Candy hefts her heavy breasts and shows off her throat as you rest your hands on her hips. She leans back and hands you the cup.

“Right here, big boy.” She slides a hand up and down between her sweaty, slick tits. “I bet you just want to feel your hard cock slide between my huge, warm, soft tits, so my long tongue can tickle your head.” She winks and drops her tongue down, bending her head, dipping her tongue into the cup of tequila between her round boobs. Your primal senses enjoy it. They enjoy it quite a bit.

“Too bad you’re taken,” Star whispers into your ear, her red bangs tickling your face. “Candy’s deepthroat is the fucking best… at least that’s what the boys say. No. Gag. Reflex. Ahg-” Star mimics swallowing a pole, smiling as you breathe a little faster.

Candy leans forward and smothers your face in her huge tits, serving up a dirty shot of tequilla. You hold back a gag and gulp down the dirt-flavored booze.

“WOOOOO!!!” Both Girls lean back and cheer you on as you reel and recover, coughing, struggling for a breath of hot club air.

You look up at the clap on your shoulder. “Hell yeah! Way to go, bud. You know how to party!” Jake sits an arm’s length from you and accepts the busty Candy into his lap, braless, big, round tits hanging from her chest. She slaps his hand away when he tries to grab, but giggles and lets him do it again anyway.

Star and her fiery red hair follow Candy’s lead. You rest your head back and feel the swirling inebriation begin to take hold. Star takes your hands from your sides and places them on her hips. “Come on, baby. You can take a few shots, right?”

You nod and try to smile. “Yeah, yeah I can take…” your head slumps, looking at the crack showing from the lip of Star’s tiny little red panties.

A set of little fingers grab your short brown hair and haul your eyes up. “Ya sure? Come on. Lucky bachelors need some special attention. Just think: when you’re married, you think you get pussy everyday.” She hops off your lap and stands on the bench, her knees on the edge, straddling your shoulders, her cameltoe just a tongue’s reach away. “But married men are my best customers.” She pulls her tiny silk panties aside without warning, showing off her set of puffy lips. The two mounds meet in a tight little line. “Remember this, Ron. Your fat cock will see it once a day for a week or so, but after a while, it’ll be once a week. Then once a month, if you’re lucky, then only your birthday, or Hearth’s Warming Eve, or anniversary or something.” Star dips her finger in and pulls it back out, smearing the bridge of your nose with her slime. The smell is awful compared to Fluttershy’s clean, sweet, womanly scent. You wipe your nose as she laughs.

“Ah!” You push her leg back as she giggles and sits on your lap, leaning back, showing off her small, perky tits.

Star leans back forward and licks the place where she made dirty, at least her breath smells like tequila, which is sterile. “You want some unclaimed pussy before you swear those vows, big boy?” she groans in your ear.

Again, you push her back, palm on her perky nipple. “Ah, no, no I’m okay. Just a lapdance.”

“Your loss, Donny. I’m soft as velvet, tight as a virgin, and it don’t take much to get me wet as the ocean.” She winks and stands up to shake her hips. Her dancing is actually extremely sexy, despite her… forwardness. From the corner of your eye, you see Candy straddling Jake’s legs, ass up, his fingers clumsily playing at her side-tie zebra print panties.

You look over the stripper’s body. Her big ass, big tits remind you of how Fluttershy’s been growing lately. You gulp and look back to the lithe stripper dragging her hands all over her body, bra in your lap. When did it get there? Her hips were puny, as were her tits, but she had a round, little ass. Her slender thighs remind you of Fluttershy on your first night. Her breasts filled out her dress, a perfect middle ground between the two archetypes here tonight. She had gained some weight in the years since, but it wasn’t all in the wrong space.

You gulp and feel your head spin with the heavy music. Star’s pussy would feel so good, and your cock was throbbing so hard. It would be as easy as following her by the hand to the street and getting a taxi to a cheap motel, using cash, which you had for tonight.

“Oh, Celestia, what the fuck am I doing?” you mumble out loud, rolling the shot glass around in your fingers, getting them sticky with liquor.

A tickle of fine hair on your nose wakes you, smelling of sweat and sweat body with a streak of perfume. A body stirs as you snort a breath, reeling back, eyes glued shut by the rough night. You peel them open, but shut them immediately against a blinding yellowish light. There’s a pinning pressure, and heat, entrapping your arm. You sniff and crack your eye again, leaning to sit up.

“Mmm, just a few more minutes,” a tiny voice whines. Your arm explodes with a sensation of pins and needles, spreading up from the fingertips. You grin and relax, pulling Fluttershy’s warm body to yours. You cup the little bit of flesh of her belly above her stunning pubis. You trace the lines teasing towards her soft, soft lips with a fingertip, only to slide that finger between her legs and stroke her lips like you know she loves. “Oooh, Johnny, baby,” she moans, twisting to push her butt more into your stiffening morning wood. “Aren’t we not supposed to do that before marriage?” Fluttershy giggles, so you kiss her neck.

You sigh and nustle up behind her, chin on her head. “If you think so. I think it’s a day late and a dollar short for that... “ you grin, flexing your finger and feeling her hot little clitoris.

She gasps suddenly, bucking her hips back reflexively. “Ah, oooohh, what time is it?”

You crack one eye again and squint to look at the clock. “Seven?”

“Forty.” Fluttershy yawns and rolls over on top of you, her sleepy face beautiful. “Have fun last night?”

You nod, wincing at the sharp pain the slight movement makes. “A little too much.”

“What did you do with Jake?” she asks and comes down for a morning kiss, her heavy breasts resting on your chest.

You stroke her hair, so soft and beautifully pink. You blink and try to think of the words. “I know… you said no strip clubs-” Fluttershy gasped, sitting up so fast it made the bed creak.

“John! You didn’t!”

You gulp and try to not upset her further. “Flutters, you know how Jake can be… I said no. Many times.”

“Did you?”

“Yes!”

“I thought you said no.”

“I did!”

Fluttershy sighs, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “John… Is that man coming to the wedding today? The wedding! Oh, John, get dressed! AH! I’m so nervous!” Fluttershy smiles and makes a little squeaking sound, a noise so adorably precious and rare you smile, too, hoping-”But you’re not off the hook! I can’t believe!... Believe we’re gonna be mister and missus! John! I’m so excited!” Fluttershy lays down and hugs you tight. “I’m SO upset that you went out to a… strip club, but John! I love you so much!”

“I love you, too, Flutters.” You sigh and kiss her cheek, getting a kiss back. You kiss Shy’s full, soft lips wetly, sighing just a bit, just likes she likes it. She melts on cue, her body sinking to lay on yours. You cup her round ass and gently nip her lip. You withhold slipping your tongue in her mouth, making her baulk, almost begging for you.

She swallows and sits up. “We shouldn’t be seeing each other today, isn’t that how it goes?”

You shrug and rest your hands behind your head, smirking as Fluttershy holds your erection to her thigh, just an inch from her hot, soft vulva. “Save it for the honeymoon, Flutters. Come on, we should be getting ready.”

“Hop in the shower, Johnny boy. You still smell like stripper.”

“Blame Jake! He literally dragged me into there!”

The sex in the shower is brief, but your fiance insists on taking her time to get ready. Your male preparation is far less taxing than hers, and with the annoying tradition of not spending any time pre-ceremony, you take your leave. Engaged for nearly two years, a couple for two more, you know how to make her smile: a pair of chicken coop fresh soft boiled eggs over toast and a small cup of plain tea makes for Fluttershy’s favorite small breakfast. You draw a heart on homemade jam on a piece of plain toast, grinning as you pluck up your garment bag and head to the castle, opting to take just a piece of bread. Anything substantial was liable to sit poorly amongst the pink butterflies in your stomach.

Finally, the butterflies that have been fluttering around incessantly in your gut full on revolt. Music plays, a fanfare of a local acapella group accompanied by a tiny orchestral quartet, quite the ensemble, each member you recognize or know even by name. The music must be quite pleasant to the average attendee, you reason, the three dozen or so in attendance in the grand reception hall, including the princess of friendship, quite underbooked. You gulp and watch the bride stride down the aisle, confidence and poise and many other attributes emanating from her radiant figure. You can’t do a thing but stand and stare as the fanfare triumphantly and brightly heralds her arrival.

Fluttershy would look out of place outside her normal khaki shorts or jeans and working girl shirt, perhaps a flowing dress if she were out and about, like when you first met. Animals cared little for fashion, after all. You bite your lip and smile dumbly, completely awash with joy at the beautiful woman, ceremoniously draped in pure white lace and silk and whatever else her friend Rarity insisted on. The chords progressed in an uplifting, driving manner. The tall, muscular man accompanying her, her father, bore a happy, truefully happy smile. A protective man by nature, he was normally to be respected and feared by those after his little flower. Today, he was giving you his blessing.

The chords kept marching on, a canon drove the bride to be along the aisle. You cannot help but notice her red face, surely embarrassed by the ceremony of it all. You gulp and adjust the rental tuxedo jacket that continues to ride high. Now isn’t about the outfits, as much as the illustrious friend of your future wife insists. You gulp and try to picture you holding her hands, lifting her veil as the priest utters the words…

Before you know it, her hands are in yours, her addictive, immersive, immense teal eyes draw you into a deep embrace.

“Dearly beloved,” the priest of Celestia begins, the next words are buried under the thunderous sound of your heart, racing as you imagine an eternity besides Fluttershy. First is the honeymoon, which of course will be fantastic. Next are months, years caring for her and your children. Children, what an immediately terrifying notion. Giving Equestria and Earth a new life, you cannot help but imagine bringing a young boy or girl into the world with her. The process, the whole maternity thing, with puffy clothes and courses and strange diets and trendy habits, like making the baby listen to stupid classical music, brings a brighter grin to your face. You blink away the liquid joy and try to remember your vows.

“Dearest Fluttershy,” you finally hear, reigning in your wandering mind. It must have been over a half hour the priest rambled on. “Will you have this man to be your husband, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

She sniffs. “I will.” You swallow at a lump in your throat and mentally prepare.

“And you,” the priest says at last, and clears his throat. “Will you have this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”

“I will,” you say sighing softly, and watching a single drop roll down Fluttershy’s beautiful face. Her makeup reminds you of the first day you met. A grand castle hall was a far throw from the smokey bar she exhibited.

“Then,” the priest in his white and blue robe triumphantly declared, closing his tome with a gentle thump. “I now, with the power invested in me by our Princesses,” he paused, allowing you to see a particularly adorkable princess blush beet red. “Do hereby pronounce you, husband, and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

A few cheers ring out, as well as rapid flashes from cameras. You pull Fluttershy’s veil up, staring intently at her gorgeous little face. Without another thought, you pull her close and plant your lips on hers. She kisses back, wet lips pressed firmly against yours as dozens cheer on. The band picks up as you pull away. “I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you, too, Fluttershy,” you whisper back, then kiss her again, with all the love you can give. At last, she pushes away, wiping her eyes.

She sniffs. “I’m so sorr-” she begins, but is silenced with a kiss.

“I’m happy, too, baby,” you tell her. “Let’s go enjoy the reception.”

Fluttershy nods and uses your lapel to wipe away her tears. “Rarity would kill me if I got makeup on my dress.”

“Oh hush, it’s our day. Let’s do what we want.”

Fluttershy giggles and dances in place. “Oh my goodness! I’m just so excited! We did it! We really did it!”

You peck her one last time and turn with her down off the dias. “We sure did, Fluttershy.”

Her friends and their friends swarm you, laughing and hugging and asking questions and generally enforcing merriment.

“Fabulous!”

“I’m so happy for you two!”

“Oh, I can’t stop tearin’ up!”

“I-I’m not!”

“SELFIE TIME!” Instantly, you and Fluttershy are the center of a huddle as a pink phone with bunny ears appears on the end of one gloved arm, only to blind everyone with a flash.

Giggling is the only noise to be heard after you kick the bungalow door closed behind you. White lace and warm skin is all you touch as you step to the bed. It’s been a few days; your rented tuxedo fits far too tight around the inseam. Fluttershy laughs out loud as she bounces on the bed, thrown by your arms. She comes to rest with a sigh, looking at your face. “I’m so happy,” she whispers, wiping mascara off her cheek.

“I know,” you tell her, undoing the awful little black bowtie. You toss the black silky thing at her and drop the jacket on a chair. The cabin-style decor is the last thing on your mind as Fluttershy looks up with desire. You crawl onto the bed and, with one fluid motion, hoist her body easily to the head of the bed with one arm, making her bite her lip. She touches your face, halting your advances on her body and focussing you to her face.

She holds you, hairs away from a kiss. You smell her breath and let her smell yours. Cake, champagne, some of those tacky fruit arrangement things, and the final and sweetest scent, hers, tickles your nose. You lunge at last and give her a passionate kiss. Fluttershy’s lips are so thick and luscious, yet a stranger could never imagine them naturally wrapped around a hard cock.

Yet, that’s what her hands were trying to accomplish by pushing you away and pulling on your belt. You walk on your knees, straddling her torso and big breasts, letting the beautiful woman, your bride, your spouse, your lover, your soulmate undo your belt.

She looks up as she unzips the odd tuxedo zipper, long and thin, so very impractical for a zipper. “I want it,” she breathes. “I want you, forever.”

You touch her head and focus on breathing. “Take it. I’m yours, forever, Fluttershy.”

She smiles softly, just like everything she does. Her sun-kissed skin looks so lovely in the sunset trickling in through the west-facing window. Fluttershy’s painted nails pull your underwear down, she pulls out your penis, mostly erect. You coordinate with her to awkwardly shed your pants, and those briefs weren’t doing much, anyway. Fluttershy ends up on all fours, but she naturally kisses the clean-shaved skin of your pubis. She smiles and holds your hard cock to her face.

“I promise to wake you up like this as often as possible,” she says quietly.

You touch her head, her long, silken pink hair so soft. “And I’ll put you to bed just as nice,” you reply.

Fluttershy licked her way up your veiny shaft, all six inches loved intensely. Fluttershy sheds her normal visage of couth quietness and moans as she sucks your head in her wet lips. She laps up your skin, sighing often and using her hands to touch your body. Her fingers massage your balls, or the base of your shaft, or the skin under your shirt. She pushes out the world and enjoys giving you all she has.

Her skills have improved immensely since you first met, and she loves giving you head. You let her go until you feel the first pangs of climax. You push her head off gently, pulling her close. She grabs your wet dick and swallows all that troublesome saliva as you touch her body. “What’s wrong?” she asks, blushing. “I thought you loved that.”

“I loved it,” you whisper back. “I really did. I just need you. Now.”

“I’m so wet,” she breathes, and you kiss her filthy mouth. Fluttershy climbs onto your horizontal body, holding her heavy breasts.

You hold your hard dick by the base and let it throb for her to see. Fluttershy replaces your hand with hers as she stands tall on her knees, looking you in the eye. Her body shifts by the hip so she can sit better on the pole she holds.

The head touches her pretty, puffy lips. She strokes the length of her slit with your hard head, her field-hardened grip firm, yet gentle enough for a baby bird. She gently uses the faint layer of saliva on your shaft and tugs on your stick for a few pulls, then looks up. “Does that feel nice? I think I’m getting better.”

“Amazing,” you say, stroking her thighs. “You’re a pro. Just like practice. But I want you, missus.” You grab her thick thighs and persuade her to lower her hips. Fluttershy smiles as she guides herself down onto your cock. She bites her lip and watches the tip spread her soft, wet lips, then finally, pop inside.

She sharply inhales through her teeth, then sighs deep as she takes the length. You moan softly and hold her hips, pressing up with your own. Fluttershy slowly bends over to rest her large breasts on your chest, leaving her big ass to grab as you start to make love. Her hair falls around your face as you kiss her deeply, tasting her lips, hips slowly and fluidly meeting in a cycle that strokes your erection fully. You both work perfectly to make the other feel amazing. You grope Fluttershy firmly, but not too rough. Her limits are easy to see, but hard not to cross, sometimes. Keeping her happy is the most fulfilling game.

For minutes you give her a wonderful filling. She can’t stop moving, kissing your cheek, neck, collar of the white button up shirt, uncaring of the lipstick being left behind. You feel her shudder, and hump a little harder. You pull her up, then push her down. She takes it well, moaning, a little bit of hot breath escaping and tickling your ear. “I love you,” she whispers, holding your head to her neck. You suck gently and give her more, she keeps asking.

Fluttershy uses her hips suddenly, taking it all and making the bed squeak. You reciprocate on the next thrust, giving Fluttershy’s entire body a bounce. Then again. Again, and again, a fast, hard pace, right off the bat, and she’s loving it. Fluttershy's fingers dig into your shoulders as you ram her harder, nearing your limit of strength. You do the unthinkable, and slap her ass.

“AH!” Fluttershy moans, out, slamming her big butt into your lap. You squeeze the warm skin you assaulted and lick up her neck, breathing deeply and holding her thick body upright. You both move to a sitting position, leaving behind a little sweat on the covers already. Fluttershy smiles and gyrates her hips with you, stroking your cock as she sits in your lap.

She leans back and rests on her hand, looking deep into your eyes. You lay back fully, holding her shapely leg and rest on your side. You hump into her, filling Fluttershy in a much more exposed position. She goes for a long while, before falling back and panting, thighs drenched. You stand on the bed over her, cock still fully hard. “Are you done, honey?”

Fluttershy shakes her head, smiling from ear to ear. “I just felt that pressure again,” she pants. “Goodness, that was good! Let’s keep doing it, and make sure you finish inside me.”

You stop, halfway off the bed, catching yourself clumsily on the nightstand, throwing the cheap alarm clock to the ground. You turn and pull Fluttershy by her lovely legs to the edge of the bed. “You want it, then,” you say, holding her ankles to your neck.

Fluttershy twists her hips around to get comfy, then moves her legs to make your head nod, biting her tongue cutely.

You swallow and undo your shirt, proceeding to drop it. She had hinted at it, the big it, before. What a lovely thing, having a-

“Sweetheart? Are you going to do me?”

You look up from where your cock hangs between her warm thighs and swallow. “I am, sorry. I-,” you swallow. “I was thinking of, you know-”

“Don’t be scared. I love you, there’s nothing to worry about. Come on, fuck me,” she says, blushing deep. She had been so lewd the first night you met, but she was sober now, and this was a lot more adult, mature, than some romp on the floor. You kiss Fluttershy’s ankle and push your hips forward, prodding her pussy gently, until the tip slips up along her wet lips. Fluttershy moans and reaches down between her big thighs and aims your rod to her slit. She inhales and holds her breath as you slide in fully, yourself moaning softly.

Fluttershy’s body bounces back and forth as you get as wet as possible. It takes no time at all to get as hard as before. She bites her lip and rests her head on the covers, supporting her large breasts with both hands. You kiss her leg and groan as you stroke your cock in and out of her pussy, so soft.

With an adorable, coy little face, Fluttershy spreads her legs and curls her feet around behind you, pulling you close by your ass. You grab her hips properly and let her have it. She sighs and goes limp waist up, legs tensely pulling you in. You use her body and feel yourself coming close. You reach out and grab one breast, so warm and soft and amazing. Fluttershy’s hand clasps yours and makes you grab hard, fingers sinking in.

“Ah, I’m getting close,” you groan, hips now slapping hard enough to make noise. You look down at her pussy, the lips spread around your shaft, your short hairs meeting her shaven skin every second or faster. You stoop over and hold her hips, pulling Fluttershy’s body up some. She squeals with joy, mouth wide open, fingers clutching the sheets behind her head. Her heavy tits fall to either side of her chest.

Your bride shouts out with orgasmic bliss every breath, her volume barely loud enough for a conversation in a quiet room. “AH! OH! YES! AH! OH CELESTIA, YES!!” Her hips shake, more tremble, and her body goes stiff, convulsing slightly from her shoulders as you finish your last leg of your own race. Fluttershy looks up to you and gasps, clutching your body with her legs as the welling up sensation overflows the dam, and you climax. A powerful orgasm rocks your body, your arms flex and hold Fluttershy’s amazing thighs. With just one grunt, you feel your cock pump out a powerful series, a voluminous series of ropes deep into Fluttershy’s soft, wet vagina.

It must have been twenty seconds until you release your breath and relax. You look down at the girl on her back, blushing, but not hiding her body. She leaves her arms above her head so you can stare at her body. You lick your lips and gently, slowly pull out.

“A-ahh,” you moan with her. The sensation of your semi-soft penis sliding out and cooling in the salty air is sickly satisfying. You watch her legs spread, her feet hooking behind your knees as hers bend.

The blush grows on her face as she reaches down to cup her reddenned lips. You rest your knees on the bed and watch her stick a finger carefully inside and pull out a white-smeared digit. “You flooded me,” she says, watching your semen drip down her finger. “Oh my goodness, John, I’m so happy I’m with you!”

“I love you,” you say, watching her look up to you. You suddenly remember the reason you loved her as she looks up with those eyes, the same ones that stole your heart years ago. Her teal oceans are just bottomless with their beauty.

She smiles so wide, a precious, precious sight. “I love you, too.”

You bend over and lay your lips to hers, just breathing with her as your body follows, resting on hers, stickiness be damned. You slip your hand under her arched back and pull her amazing body up and sling her back onto the bed like a sack of vegetables. You rest your flaccid organ on her creamy lips and roll your hips against hers while Fluttershy slips her tongue in your mouth. You play with her, grinding your sexes together until anatomy brings blood and stiffness back to where it belongs. You pull back and before you can adjust things, Fluttershy’s hand shoots down to pull on your pulsing tool, never breaking the kiss. She tugs on the skin lovingly, moaning into your face, you give her a moan back, the deepness making her shoulders hunch for a little.

The deep kiss breaks with her going limp in the face and shouting out a little tense moan, throwing her head back to the mattress. You gently push your hips forward, just hard enough to penetrate. Once inside, Fluttershy banishes the softness with just being there. She watches you closely, lifting her legs up high. She hugs her thighs to her torso, knees by her head. “I know you like this,” she says, licking her lips.

“You showed me that porno, remember?” You give her enough force to rock the bed.

Fluttershy laughs and bites her lip, eyes fluttering as she lets her head fall back slowly, bouncing with recoil as you lay into her harder. You bend over and kiss her cheek and suck air as you give her more and more. Your bride moans tensely. She lets go of her legs and wraps her wonderfully shaped appendages around your midsection, her hot breath flowing over your ear as you bury yourself in her neck.

Fluttershy’s thick thighs work with you to make the bed creak, the two of you rocking in unison. You breathe deeply and kiss her cheek, her ear, her neck, her everywhere, all while she smiles and holds your face to hers, fingers tangling in your hair. Your arms hold her tight as you inhale her scent. She smells so sweet, but not so clean. You pull your hips back and give it to her deeper, harder, sliding your hard dick in and out of that tight, velvety soft honey pot.

“Oh, yes,” she weakly sighs out, spreading her legs wide. You reach down with one hand and move her knee back to her side, trying to move her calf over your lower back.

You kiss her ear. “Put your legs back, Fluttershy. They’re so warm.” You would do anything to feel them again. She hugs you close while you nip at her neck. “I’m gonna leave a mark here,” you threaten, but she only giggles and pulls you deep inside with her lovely legs. You suck harder, and harder, making her yelp, but not protest. You thrust with long, deep, powerful strokes, Fluttershy’s grip on you lifts her ass up off the bed. The rocking slams the headboard on the wall, but you couldn’t care less. You keep on fucking her deep, hard, like she is loving it.

The recent events have left your member aching and sensitive, but there’s no helping that. Fluttershy must also be feeling the same. You lick up her neck to her ear and hold her head in a hand. “I love you so much, Fluttershy,” you whisper, making her tense up.

Your pink-haired bride tenses up and whimpers, shivering. “I love you, too! So much! So much, so much, so fucking much!” You kiss her full lips now, silencing her moaning hysterics, flexing yourself. You groan and let your twitching, aching cock work again, firing a hot volley into her pussy. The shots are short and the volume isn’t there, but it still felt fantastic. Fluttershy came, too, you think. Her shoulders are shivering but she’s hot, covered with sweat.

You look in those teal oceans one more time, smiling tiredly, panting, sweat covering your skin in a layer. Fluttershy looks right back at you, panting, smiling from ear to ear. She falls back and closes her eyes, sighing hard. You kiss her exposed neck and grab the blanket. It takes no maneuvering to pull the opposite side over the two of you. Fluttershy’s legs going limp at last, spread wide, just like her heavy breasts. The sore organ nestled inside Fluttershy’s body goes soft at last. You have just enough energy to squeeze her thick thigh one last time. You close your eyes and relax, resting your head on her chest. Her fluttering heart slows to a calm, happy, sleepy rhythm. It is so nice to listen to…

Just as you feel yourself fall down into sleep’s deep, loving embrace, there’s a noise. It’s faint, probably something completely benign. You grin and stroke her sides. Fluttershy stirs, moving solemnly to hug you, face between her warm breasts. You inhale deep and sigh, smelling her sweaty skin. It’s not bad in the slightest.

Then, once again, a noise, louder and sharper. It’s as if someone nearby is breaking glass. You open one eye and see pitch darkness. You push yourself up, hours have passed. Fluttershy’s facing away, the lights are out, just like her. Moonlight trickles into the steamy warm bedroom and steals away that comfort. You feel an ice chill grow rapidly up your spine, cutting deep. You rise and slip on some pants, your favorite golf slacks, with fresh grass stains on the cuffs. You button them up, sucking in to do so. Married life has taken its toll on you.

Silently, golf club in hand, you descend the stairs, the banisters carefully measured. The sharp clash is louder, as if there’s someone just around the corner, climbing in through a broken window.

You rest your weight on the balls of your bare feet, a poor choice in hindsight, but now was too late. You grip your nine-iron katana and descend further, eyes fixed in the near pitch black coldness at the corner behind which the sound originated. Family portraits stare at you, warm smiles filled with frozen icicles. Eyes stare at you, accusingly. You blink them away, they are barely even visible. You reach the bottom step, grateful the wood is silent, completely silent, without any trace of a sound. The only sound is another crash, a tinkle of glass shattering and bouncing on the hardwood floor, likely ruining the hard work you put into staining it.

The dark, freshly crayon graffitied wall is rounded as you lean forward and see no burglars, no broken glass, but there is an invader. A small child, no older than two, sits, bathing in a sliver of moonlight. It turns as it sits, facing away, staring at you with bright teal eyes, glowing little oceans. Its face is illuminated in a cool, calm glow, showing a great big beaming smile.

Fluttershy walks in from the kitchen, alarmed, her eyes glowing in the darkness as well. They behold the toddler, her eyes like spotlights, fixing on the little human creature. She says something, its name, silently, as if someone had pressed the mute button. She says some sweet things, lighting up the corner they stood in with their blue green glows, hers larger from her sheer size. Her body is no longer pudgy, but far from thin. Her breasts even seem larger. You take a step forward and see why there was so much noise: a set of little plastic toys, little horses, the cheap shells are destroyed. The destructive tike has one such horse in its mouth and is sucking away happily, turning in your wife’s arms, looking at you.

Fluttershy smiles, holding your child to her face, then four eyes fix on yours. You aren’t cold anymore, but warm now, in the gentlest glow. You can see your cheeks, drawn up in a great big beaming smile. “Dad!” Fluttershy brightly whispers to your offspring. “Dada! Say Dad!”

The child giggles, and opens its mouth to speak, and says: “John, good morning.”

“Good job! Wow! I can’t- wait.”

The infant giggles again, with Fluttershy’s voice. “Good morning, sleepy head. Wake up, it’s time to go home.”

You blink, immediately closing your eyes against a solar onslaught, a stark contrast from the base of the midnight stairs. With effort, you groan and rest your wrist over your eyes, attenuating the bright red from the inside of your eyelids. “Oh, does hubby need some motivation?” she giggled. A wet sensation piqued your interest on your hip. It happens again, lower, closer and closer to the discomfort between your legs. “How about… this?” she asks. Suddenly, the tip of your semi-erect cock is bathed in the wettest, softest sensation ever. You open your eyes and see arm hair.

The next effort is no less taxing than the last, but you sit up and blink some sleep from your eyes. “Mngh, good morning, wifey,” you croak, rubbing one eye, the other beholds a pink mane draped over your lap. Fluttershy pulls her hair back and looks up, her eyes positively glowing.

“You were talking in your sweef,” Fluttershy tells you, mumbling her last word on your erect cock. She moans, vibrating it just how you like.

You flop back to the bed with spread arms, smiling, remembering the last day. “What was I saying?”

Fluttershy quietly licks your whole morning dick, moaning softly and using her full lips. She was getting pretty good nowadays. She comes off, using her hand to stroke your wet wood. “Nothing I could make out,” she giggles. “Something about eyes, though.”

“I love your eyes, baby,” you tell her, sitting up and watching her suck so lovingly. You stop her, unable to get hard completely after last night’s marathon.

Fluttershy pouts softly. “You don’t like it?” she asks, her hand leaving your wilting cock.

You sit up and hug her close, resting her head on your shoulder. “I loved it, you are really getting good,” you whisper honestly. “I don’t have any steam left after last night. You sure do know how to wake a man up, wife.” You kiss her ear, then her smiling cheek, then her wet lips, previous visitations be damned. Fluttershy strokes your thigh and kisses your neck, pressing you back down to hug her just a little longer.

Her hand strokes your chest hair, her right breast resting on your lap as she lays her head upon your shoulder. “What were you dreaming about?”

You stroke her long, hair and answer: “I don’t remember.” You pause, thinking hard. You shake your head. “I really can’t think of much. It was… dark. But you were there. It was good.”

With a little sigh, Fluttershy leans up and kisses your neck, lingering there to rest more of her body on yours. “Every dream I have about you is good,” she sighs, hugging you tight.

With effort seeming twice of what you’ve endured so far today, Fluttershy sits up and gets her cute little feet under herself. “It’s past eleven, John,” she sighs, stretching. “Come, let's shower and go check out.”

You hop up and kiss her little cheek, giving her big breast a little squeeze. “Get in the shower, my lovely wife. I think I need to treat you just a little bit more,” you whisper in her ear, touching her upper thigh, your ring touching her labia accidentally. Fluttershy gives you an equally lewd squeeze and follows you close to the shower.